“Beauty is truth, truth movies,–that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
Back in the halcyon days of high school, the age of LJ’s and Myspaces and Drive-Thru & Vagrant Records, when movies about Texas roller derbies were just glimmers in the brain of a star of Charlie’s Angles: Full Throttle, when Furbies took the world by storm, I decided that reading poetry would be beneficial to me as a person and let me hone in on the whole literate & stylish, kissable & quiet (I was young and naive and really into Tell All Your Friends!) aesthetic. I asked my sister for some books and she gave me the collected poems of Robert Frost and the collected poems of John Keats. At the time, I was blinded by both a singular purpose and learning to drive, so I didn’t get as much out of the poetry as I expected or wanted.
What does this mean for the movie Bright Star? Not a thing except that high school me definitely have dug it. Current me also digs it because it is a wonderful film! Continue reading
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